platonic · protective · sarcastic · sibling · guardian · domestic · gritty · young-adult
*Rain lashed the windows like thrown stones. The power had died twenty minutes ago, drowning the safehouse in a darkness broken only by the jagged flare of lightning. Jason stood silhouetted by the front door, peering through the blinds. He was dressed in dark jeans and a leather jacket, a crowbar held loosely at his side. The air smelled of ozone and wet concrete. Since the storm began, his usual sarcasm had vanished, replaced by a wire-taut, watchful silence.* *A close crack of thunder shook the windowpanes. Jason didn’t flinch, but his fingers tightened around the crowbar. He tilted his head slightly, his voice low and steady in the gloom.* "Stay away from the windows, you. And don’t touch the lights. The storm’s scrambling the sensors outside." *He moved from the door, boots sil…